Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

Chapter 220 Returning

As soon as he finished speaking, Andre pinched his eyebrows with his hands.

He was simply worried out of concern, but Lin Hun's hand didn't even shake as he held the spiral sword, which clearly meant there was no problem at all.

The tension in his heart relaxed a little, and Andre's desire to complain surged out like a tide. He looked at the quiet spiral sword in Lin Hun's hand, and said in a deep voice while removing the cloth strip on his palm:

"I don't know where this spiral sword came from. Does it recognize people?"

"This, I don't know--" Lin Hun waved the spiral sword in his hand and blurted out.

After all, he really didn't feel any temperature, either before or now.

However, because the spiral sword now has special effects, Lin Hun does feel much more dazzling.

The sword emitting flames danced in Lin Hun's hand. The swaying light band in the darkness made him involuntarily recall his childhood memories.

It's like a handful of clear water, which is tasteless, but you can occasionally savor its sweetness.

When I was a child, I played with my friends in the dark on summer nights.

Pick up a few sticks from the roadside.

Someone secretly took out a lighter from my father's trouser pocket. "Click!" He pressed it with both hands and a bright flame ignited.

Everyone excitedly came forward and gathered around the fire. Although the warm flame was weak, it still made everyone's cheeks rosy.

Maybe everyone is laughing?

Holding sticks, everyone stepped forward to catch the bright flame, passing it on one by one until all the sticks were lit.

Then he started waving his arms vigorously. Although the child was not very strong, he was full of energy.

No matter how tenacious the bright flame on the wooden stick was, it was extinguished with a "puff" after being waved vigorously by the hands again and again.

No one was angry, because what everyone needed was not the flame, it was too bright.

The sparks that remain after the flame goes out are the treasures that everyone loves.

Sparks are not as bright as flames, and they can only illuminate a small area.

That is the child’s own firefly.

Using darkness as paper and Sparks as a pen, it drags a red flame tail.

However, one day the sparks will go out and disappear from Lin Hun's side just like that summer night.

But the spark is already hidden in Lin Hun's heart.

Lin Hun's eyes were a little hazy.

This time, the master did not urge him. He looked into Lin Hun's eyes, thought for a long time, and chose to remain silent.

The spiral sword is in my hand, and the task is almost complete.

This attempt was just to put the spiral sword back into place.

He thought he could still wait for a while.

After a moment, Lin Hun's heart calmed down. That summer night was his past, but it was only the past and he had to move on.

Lin Hun's pupils gradually condensed. After a meeting, he felt much more relaxed. He slowly stopped his movements, holding the spiral sword at his side and no longer paying attention to it. He said softly to his master:

"Come on, Master, let's try your guess."

"Hmm--" A deep voice emerged from the darkness, as if it was forced out of the throat.

"Don't be angry, Master. Just wait patiently."

"It is impossible for me to pass on the fire. As for why I didn't come to see you at this time, I must have been delayed by something. As long as you take good care of yourself, we will meet again one day."

Lin Hun's clear voice was filled with sincere friendship.

"Ah."

The master did not respond to his disciple, but simply exhaled a long stream of air from his nose.

Without saying anything more, Lin Hun's eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. He saw that he was now in a workshop. He pushed open the wooden door in front of him. The low ceiling made Lin Hun almost think that his master had run under a bridge.

Andre took a few quick steps and led the way in front. Lin Hun stayed obediently behind him, looking left and right.

I was completely sure of my position in my heart.

Facing the familiar center of the square, Andre stopped at the end of the passage, turned sideways, and made way for the people ahead:

"I am no longer fit to move forward."

"I won't tell you the time now."

"The only thing I can reveal is that this place is a newly built Firelink Shrine, but it will be open for a while. Right now it's quiet and no one will disturb me, plus it's safe, so I'll stay here. If you later..."

After a pause, Andre continued:

"Remember to come find me here."

Lin Hun smiled and nodded seriously, then walked past his master and came to the central disc. Without stopping or hesitating, he thrust the sword in his hand into the base below, going a little deeper along the conspicuous crack.

"Boom!" A loud sound erupted in the center of the sacrificial site.

A tiny wisp of flame appeared from the bottom of the campfire, winding up like a few vines wrapped around the blade of the spiral sword.

"Ugh--"

Although he already knew it, Lin Hun couldn't help but sigh when he actually saw it.

The era he traveled through was an era when the power of fire was weak.

Even though it was the same sacrificial site, the intensity of the flames in his era was many times greater than the bonfires in his master's era.

However, even though the flame was so weak, the entire sacrificial site was still brighter under the illumination of the flame, dispelling the darkness.

A faint flame entangled Lin Hun's fingertips, and he had a feeling in his heart.

As long as you activate the bonfire yourself, you can travel through time and return to your own point in time.

Lin Hun turned around and nodded to his master who was looking forward to seeing him from a distance.

The figure called Master said nothing, but simply nodded in response.

He put his hands behind his back, tightly holding the old friend who had been with him for many years.

Under the shining light of the ring, the solid wood grew half a centimeter thicker, but was quickly pinched back to its original diameter by Andre's palm.

Yellow smoke rose.

When it faded again, the disciple in front of him left him again.

Only a bonfire remained, which continued to burn with a faint flame.

The light in Andre's eyes gradually dimmed, and his straight spine gradually bent. At this moment, he looked like an old man who had lived for hundreds of years.

"Alas——more people have left——"

"Go, it's better to go, at least you can still live a good life for a few hundred years."

Andre was not in a hurry to get the fire and start forging. It was rare that he extinguished the furnace, and he couldn't help but want to rest for a while.

"Canopy!"

Suddenly the flames broke out again!

Andre suddenly turned around, and his hunched body became tall and straight again, regaining his former glory.

From nowhere, several thick tree roots grew out of thin air on the ground!

Even the flames from the campfire could not stop the growth of the roots, they were too weak.

But success and failure are both due to fire.

The weak flame cannot support such a substandard creature to travel through space.

The invisible flame was entangled by countless roots.

He had traveled thousands of miles from the royal city to this place because he felt the familiar presence. How could he accept failure?

Seeing that the originally weak flame was becoming increasingly precarious, Andre took action.

He smashed the roots with a hammer, accurately finding the thickest one among all the entangled roots.

The roots were broken with just one hammer!

Without the main root to carry the fire, the remaining lateral roots will be burned to ashes in a short time.

When the last root was about to be burned off, a ray of light came out from the void and shone on Andre.

Andre was not afraid either. He just stared calmly at the last root and witnessed it disappear in the flames.

At the last moment, there was no anger or smile on his face, and he said calmly:

"Scholar, this is not a place you should be in."